The Mafia King Novels & Stories

Julian threatened with a loud, raspy voice. ​"The Mafia King is inside. If he hears you came and interfered in his business, your legs, arms, and heads will be ripped from your bodies!" Julian continued. ​The police officers were even more shocked to hear the declaration that the Mafia King was inside the house. ​If they couldn't even touch Julian and Axel, how could they possibly touch the Mafia King? ​"The Mafia King is here?" Ryan asked, his eyes and mouth wide open. His legs now grew so weak that he had trouble supporting his own body weight.

I shift focus over to Alessandro, who's wearing a grin. I raise my forehead at him and he shrugs while saying, "I'm the Mafia King, you're the Mafia's Queen and Daisy is the Mafia's Princess. I wouldn't make them show up in anything less." I roll my eyes slowly at him, then direct my concentration toward Nat, who's strolling to Luca. "Roll your eyes that way at me once more and I'll deal with you this instant." He says crushing my butt playfully. His action startles me a bit and I elbow him as he laughs and leads me and Daisy to the limo, his hand still on my butt.

I tell him. He scoffed "Hai cambiato Richie. Sei un re della mafia, hai il potere che molti desiderano possedere ma ti nascondi in questo cassonetto con delle stupide lesbiche. Non è così che ti ho cresciuto, Richie [You have changed Richie. You are a mafia king, you have the power many wish to possess but you are hiding in this dumpster with a some stupid lesbians. This is not how I raised you Richie]"

I replied lazily, enjoying the way her jaw clenched as she fought to keep her composure in case the detective was still watching. God, she was terrible at this. Terrible—and absolutely fascinating. But I guess she couldn't take it anymore. She leaned forward, her fake smile frozen in place, but her whisper was sharp as a blade. “You know, every gentleman,” she hissed through her teeth, “always lets the woman go first.” I tilted my head, lips curving. “Good thing I’m not a gentleman then.” Her eyes widened a fraction. “What?” I leaned closer, my voice low enough to make her shoulders stiffen. “I’m Mafia, piccola. We don’t play by those rules.”

I shouted, my voice echoing through the dining room. “You’re Capo dei Capi. That means you’ve always got a target on your back. Allies matter. I’ve been having meetings to help you! Dammit!” My blood turned to fire. “Listen well, because I won’t say it again,” I growled, venom in my tone. “I am your fucking King. If I don’t assign something, you don’t fucking do it. The next time you meet anyone behind my back, I’ll consider it a breach of Omertà and won’t hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

“That body is made for fucking…” I whirled on him. My eyes flashing. “Don’t even think it.” With a growl I turned back to watching the girl. She was beautiful he was right about that. All long blonde hair and wide eyes that peeked out from beneath the curtain of her golden hair and her curves were mouth wateringly womanly, but she looked so normal. She didn’t look like the daughter of a mob boss. Looking at her you would never know that she had been born Mafia Royalty. A pampered little princess who lived a life of luxury at the pain and expense of others.

My best friend had been fucking my mate behind my back for almost six months, maybe a year even, who knows when their affair began, and he wanted me to give my consent to the elders to let her be Luna so that she would bear his mark. So that her child would take over as Alpha and I would be cast aside and forgotten? I may have bore Lucian’s insults, contempt and burning hate towards me all these years, I may have tolerated shit from the Omegas and his Beta, and I may have been played stupid by Diana… I slapped down the papers on the table and got up, tears brimming in my eyes. …but I will never let him have that satisfaction of watching me break down and cry before him again like the patheti

I expressed my gratitude for him. “And thank you for accepting me with all my flaws. You still choose to live with a mafia king.” He said and wrapped me in his embrace. I felt happy to be claimed by the mafia king. [ The End ]

His rage simmered just below the surface, threatening to shatter his carefully crafted composure. He never got stolen from. It was an abomination to those who knew him. It was an unforgivable transgression. And yet, it had happened. With his rage will come chaos. His perpetrators will pay, they always do. It was a promise, a known fact. He is Stefano De Rico. A Mafia kingpin whose name sent shivers down the spine of even the most hardened criminals. He is the master of the underworld. He tames even the wildest beasts that refuse to bend to his will.

. Everyone used to be afraid of me and my gang because we never failed any mission and I was fucking proud of my team. But still, King didn't make me his loyal man. I was still his driver but I was his favorite fighter. All because of me he had won many deals, bets, gambling, and missions. He fucking earned a lot of money because of me. I was his diamond! I was a bloody talk and famous in the underworld. King gave me LUCIFER name when I fought against King's biggest rival in a fighting match and eventually won, leading King to rule over the dead Mafia's gang under him! Many Mafia used to gamble or bet their money or possessions over my fight. Some also used to bring fighters from all over th